There's another storm in the offing. Tuesday, 5-12".
sobbing
I apparently started a mass movement on the list-serv. We're trying to find someone with a plow, and folks are willing to chip in to pay for it. Wheee! I was out all day, so missed it blowing up.
Also, I'm thinking I need to shovel off my roof. But I don't have a ladder to get up there!
We're trying to find someone with a plow, and folks are willing to chip in to pay for it.
If it's a man, can you call him Mr. Plow?
I let Loki back out on the deck. He's apparently willing to pitch in: he immediately started digging. Not sure where he was trying to get, but he was really into it, though he couldn't decide where to start. I know the feeling... [link] [link]
Got laundry started. Am short quarters. And pronouns.
Pulled a seven-letter word out of my hat second turn in new scrabble game against sister. Not as far ahead as you'd think, considering I hit two double word scores. I
hate
her. I need to regain some confidence so I don't feel compelled to whine about it.
That was a weird run of commercials featuring white guys in their underwear.
I'm sensing a disturbing "pantsless" theme in the commercials.
Y'all, I had to watch both of them in High Def! MY RETINAS!
The Doritos dog collar one is my fav so far. Not talking about the game though.
eta: yes the underwear in riduc large HD was a bit much
Huh. So it turns out the Superbowl is on the one network I can't get in our new digital world. I'm not invested in either team, but I was going to watch.
I just got home from a run-thru of the play I'll be spending the next two weeks with. It felt like a Pinter treatment of a Sam Shepard play.